一九七八年高考，我的語文成績是59.5 分，差半分不及格。多年來我很不服氣。盡管自知文學水平不高，但總該混個及格吧。高考閱卷老師一定是過於苛刻了。

但是今天，就在五分鍾之前，我看了十歲女兒在學校裏寫的詩，簡直嚇了一跳。十歲的詩已經如此，等長到十八歲再和一九七八年的我相比，我還值59.5 嗎？我現在很懷疑。下麵是女兒的詩。

The World

River show me where you hide the fishes
Moon sing me to sleep at night
Hope makes a dream with stars
Love travels very far
Anger sometimes destroys the peace
War acts as never ending courage
Staplers bite with never ending teeth
Sky please don’t drop the clouds
Knees bend me so I can smell the flowers
Spoons sit as they wait for the soup course
Refrigerators hum to the beat of the kitchen
Memories bring me back to the past
Clock sleeps as the time ticks away
Trucks groan as the engine starts
Snow makes me a snowman that lasts the winter away
Tables run as the moving van rumbles
Computers buzz as a bright light blooms on their screens
Newspapers chatter as they stroll down the articles.